CARLA, my wife (2)

We're married and we like each other very much, my wife is a delight at 29 years old she's in the best shape of her life. She's 5 feet 6 inches tall 49 kilos delicious thighs and lovely shaved little boobs full body healthy girl with head woman who loves to enjoy life We've always had an open relationship, where she passes by and gets a lot of singing in the street. At some point I began to see that it excited me the idea of her being such an exhibitionist, so cheeky. But since she has a strong religious background, only gradually did I free myself to talk about this subject and started encouraging her to be more daring with the clothes she wore. It was exciting, I asked her to wear decotes, those that are not very explicit but from certain angles let you see everything (I never liked that she called attention exaggeratedly.). Interesting that today, with naturalness and a little smile on the corner of her lips, she comments (for example) that a waiter standing next to her looked long into the decote. To this day these situations yield exciting confessions from those who feel (today not so much) guilty and desired. The key to getting my dear wife to satisfy my wishes was showing her that she is an exciting woman and that every man wants more women if they are provocative, including husbands. I always wanted a wife like that, slutty little whorey hottie. A few months later I noticed she was getting cuter and cuter. She started working out, wearing sexier panties and having more imagination in bed. Our climbs improved. We began to do some exciting tricks such as forcing ourselves into dangerous places with someone nearby. I already called her "bitch", "piranha", "dog" or "whore". Sometimes I'd tell her that she was having another one, and I would eat the other in front of her, making a fool out of her by eating all her friends, which she loved to do. But it also happened the opposite way: She fancied telling everyone else about how easy this is; She was getting bolder, she learned that I got excited by her showing up and at the same time felt good about it. I confessed to her my jealousy and concern about his fantasies, and during a frank conversation she said that he loved me but had their own fantasy, and who began with these stories was me, and that she had embarked on in my fantasy. And even then it wasn't such an important fantasy for her, just to excite from time to time, and it was only for me and for me that she did this mischief. My true horn story began at the last carnival... My wife looked wonderful that night. She was beautifully sexy; white, transparent mini skirt very short with black micro lace panties and a mini blouse with an extremely sharp neckline which showed almost the entire contour of her breasts whenever she made any movement. I was immediately aroused to see my exposed wife going out like this at night. The dance was very lively, we went to play on the edge of the hall next to our table and had some appetizers and danced a little bit and as I gave her hugs and kisses she got more excited until she climbed up in a chair and started dancing. She didn't miss an opportunity to show off her thighs with her panties tucked underneath her asshole it was a game where everyone participated by disguising themselves so that there would be one guy who moved around with her playing from far away and then turning towards me told what is happening He gazed shamelessly at her breasts and ass on the chair from all sides, and I felt that she was adoring him because he looked like a bastard who adjusted his trousers to make it look slimy. She asked me: "Honey, can I give him some rope?" -it's funny! Friends, I don't know if for whiskey or party atmosphere said yes, you could. The whole thing went up in flames, there were smiles, looks, she told me everything, she got down off the seat, pressed against me and I sensed that I had a very hard stick --"Nossa, how crazy my husband is!" Instead of provoking jealousy, it excited me even more. After a few more smiles she saw that I was enjoying the situation and kept flirting with her. Everything went smoothly until halfway through the dance when some smart drunkards showed up, one of them came over and passed his hand lightly on my wife's ass. Since I didn't do anything he got cheerful and walked past once again, then another daredevil put his hand very slowly in my butt calling her cute. She became angry and said she wouldn't react to this he almost stuck his finger into my arse, at which point there appeared yet another friend of hers, so I told him I did not want to get caught. This friend of his took advantage that she passed near him and shrugged her off and rubbed the dick on your ass. The men around seeing that I did nothing, began to take out also a cocoon. She got fucked up in life and said You and a man or a mouse are already boiling me and you're not anything. They have put their hand under my skirt if you do nothing will regret it. Two boys came and one of them, the guy from the beginning of the dance, pulled her for dancing, she went and said look at your banana, what you asked. I stood at the table, my stick was bursting. At that time a somewhat slow samba was being played. They started dancing together and she took advantage of it by gluing her body to his. As there was some darkness in the room he gradually smoothed my wife's back while I watched with my tail between their eyes as they talked animatedly, observing how their bodies touched each other on the underside; this could not be avoided. When they passed near the table I couldn't help but notice an immense volume had formed in the man's trousers which led the dance step-by-step into a darker place. From where I was standing, I could see the dance heating up rapidly. And I noticed that his body lay right in the middle of my wife's and his hand wrapped around her lower back more closely, which showed that the whistle had to be firmly wedged between her thighs, close to the mouthpiece and with your arm draped behind you it would have been difficult to get away from. She did "candy", but she accepted them because she rubbed herself on its roller coaster that was incredibly loud. He put his hands on her little bundle. Without noticing any reaction, instead she began to gently twist the hips while her thighs embraced those of him, he continued caressing their swimsuits and she even lifted up a bit the skirt so that he could place his fingers in the bare skin of his butt. He raised his skirt showing his ass all around the room. She rubbed herself at his tip. He squeezed it more, they were already giving public embarrassment. I felt a mixture of jealousy and passion, my cock was hard and throbbing with willpower. I could still see a lot of things when by glance there was space between the couples in front. Subtly he gave her a kiss on the corner of his mouth very quickly and she tried to dodge but couldn't do it. Then I saw in the twilight that he stood with his body slightly more sideways and put her hand into the toilet, while at the same time kissing deeply into her mouth. Her hands remained where they were and practically stopped dancing. The tension was so great that the defenses fell down to the ground, even more if you imagine that nothing can be seen. His hand must have been smoothing and tightening like he'd never seen before. The butt, the tight panties, the skin, curls would appear underneath his skirt that was going up pushed by this big hand. Hand came sliding thigh-up from knee to hip, reaches for her tail, clutches her bundle, rubs it. It was a really exciting scene wet and warm. At a certain time the guy slipped his hand through her bundle, sticking his fingers in her lapel. Before the music was even over she went out and walked to the bathroom, came back quickly and continued dancing with the boy who seemed to realize that he had been very hard on himself. When it ended she returned to my table and I asked how the dance was going and why they were leaving for the toilet. And she told me that the boy asked for his souvenir panties, then I stuck my hand in her little pocket and was really without underwear and all hard-on molasses, she's all smiles, tells me to my ear that he had won a delicious kiss and a great "crowd", I at this point was already in the mood. I took her home.......We got to the apartment, As soon as we entered, I closed the door of the apartment and gave him a very long kiss on the mouth while passing my hand through his thighs underneath the dress. I went up until it reached the lapel and when my fingers touched his big lips, I realized that she was all wet, even in the inner part of the beginning of the thighs, with so much desire for penetration and excitement that he had felt. She takes off all her clothes and says..... - "Honey, would the guy like to see me this way?" She came very close to me, I was sitting there, she pulled my head up next to her little kiss and said: "Look how he left me; I'm soaked, licking for you to see". I got down on one knee in front of him and started sucking and licking. I suck, she makes me stand up, looks right in my eyes and talks - I want you to say that it's okay, I want to tell him he is my little horn, that you want me to fuck with him. Friends, I was already surrendered, assumed myself, said yes, that I would like her to fuck him, that i will be his cuckoo-manso, that she could fuck whoever she wanted, she saw everything possible, lay down on the bed and said: "Come cornuccio come fucking your whore". After the sex, she came to talk saying that she was worried in case it happened for her to give to another person, maybe it would be better if I just stayed on fantasy. But if I really wanted to do so, then she'd miss. She said this with a tone of voice which made it clear that she did want me but that I should insist on making it seem like my own initiative. Now I am aware of what kind of mess my wife is turning into and partly I blame her for being this way. Doing what? ....... If I love the little whore at home ......... From that night everything will be different between us....... Continues.... Who likes to vote and send emails so we can talk about my wife who is increasingly an asshole...